[Something shifts in his posture, in the way he regards her- not sizing her up as though she were a piece of meat, but... aware now that there's more to what she'd led with.]
In Asgard there is no shame is asking, nor in needing or wanting. [He can be more direct, but it's hard to miss the red in her cheeks.] Ask, Hayame. I'll do as you direct.
[He loses nothing in the offer and perhaps, in giving her that command over him, she'll be emboldened to say what she really felt.]
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In Asgard there is no shame is asking, nor in needing or wanting. [He can be more direct, but it's hard to miss the red in her cheeks.] Ask, Hayame. I'll do as you direct.
[He loses nothing in the offer and perhaps, in giving her that command over him, she'll be emboldened to say what she really felt.]